DallasGolem

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Truth — written on the brow

Dallas sits on Blackland Prairie clay. It is black, and heavy, and it swells when it rains. The Trinity runs through the bottom of it.

This is golem material. Somebody was going to.

A golem obeys the words you give it. Not the sentence. The words. It grows with every task, and it grows on the days you forget about it, until one morning you cannot reach its brow.